Constant Love
………………..after Quevedo’s ‘Amor constante’
by Gabrielle Ponce
The final shadow that will carry me
away on that white day could strike me blind,
and time unbind this soul of mine
from its bittersweet affinity.
But to this other part, and on this shore,
I will not leave the memory in which I burned.
My flame knows how to swim cold waters, and more,
to lose respect for laws it finds too stern.
Soul, for whom a god has been a prison,
Veins, who to the humors so much fire have given,
Marrows, that have gloriously risen,
You will leave your body, not your care;
You will be ashes, but you will feel it there;
Dust will you be, but dust eternally enamored.